I work as a housekeeper in Guilou

Chapter 7 The Last Painting ()

There are not only monsters and players in the dungeon, but also a type of existence called NPC, who are characters who promote the development of the plot or confuse the eyes.

Not only people who died before appearing will become monsters, but also those who died after the dungeon started to live. NPCs that look alive may also be monsters in disguise, so no matter who you face, be careful.

So far, the flashlight has not flashed, so Xia Qimiao tentatively thinks that the stepson is an NPC. If you ignore his colorful hair, he is still dressed like a barbarian.

"Madman." The stepson cursed without any direction. He didn't know if he was commenting on Lin Jiangdan's behavior or if he didn't believe Xia Qimiao's association.

"Do you want to see her again?"

"I don't want it." He said firmly, as if he refused without thinking. When he realized what he had refused, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

Tough talk.

Xia Qimiao felt that he would want it, otherwise he would not be fully dressed and come back today - the first seven days are usually the night of soul rebirth.

"If you have the slightest idea, move this painting into her studio."

Xia Qimiao originally wanted to move it by herself, but gave up after seeing the size of the painting.

She wasn't sure if she could see the strange thing if she moved the painting over, but it didn't stop her from painting a pie for her stepson.

Not in the studio, not here. If she hasn't moved the painting there yet, then she can only wait for the monster to appear on its own. She can't go digging the grave, right?
  So when she walked back to the first floor and saw the D-class man with mud on his trousers and shoes, her eyes widened.

The tall woman was the first to ask: "Where have you been?"

The D-class man said concisely: "There is no body in the coffin."

The tall girl took a deep breath, turned around and said, "You must not imitate him, or you will die without knowing why."

The man with headphones was following her. It seemed that she and the man with glasses had made a handover, and the two of them took turns leading the newcomers.

"You have to know that this is a beginner's welfare book, so the requirements are low and the time is short. Don't think that all copies will be so simple."

"If this is a normal-level dungeon, the requirement will probably be to find out the truth about the death. It will take about five days, and then the monster will come out to harm people every night."

“So it’s best to collect information in the early stage, and don’t go into force when you don’t know anything.”

"At the same time, be wary of your teammates and be careful of people who suddenly treat you well outside the first dungeon. We bring you because your life is beneficial to us, but it may not be the case for others."

"It's often more than just monsters that kill people."

She was not perfunctory, but sincerely explained the rules to him. The newcomer nodded as if he had remembered it.

Although the D-class man was used as a negative teaching material, he didn't mean to be angry. Instead, he gave an approving look.

Phantom.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Suddenly a powerful roar reached everyone's ears.

The person who came here was similar to his stepson, but he was much more mature. Judging from his appearance, he was about ten years older than his stepson.

"Mr. Deng, we are... the detectives invited by Miss Lin's assistant to investigate the cause of her death."

The tall woman opened her mouth to answer. Judging from the title, she should have some information, but she got stuck when she mentioned the assistant. She probably had never met the woman from the beginning again.

Xia Qimiao thought about it.

"Who is she? You came in without the owner's permission. This is an intrusion into a private house. Why don't you leave quickly? Do we have to call the police?" Mr. Deng was followed by a charming woman in a red dress, condescending as the owner. To be honest, she is quite eye-catching.

However, Xia Qimiao had just admired the painting that was completely stained with blood. It was the time when he couldn't see red. Now that he was hit by such a violent color, his stomach was churning.

"Ugh." She retched, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present, and the woman even blushed with anger.

"I'm sorry, I don't feel well." Although she was so embarrassed that she wanted to scratch the ground, her face was calm and she pretended as if nothing happened, which made those who looked at her feel uncomfortable.

"Sasha, take this young lady to the bathroom." Mr. Deng looked away and said to the woman in the red dress next to him.

"No need to bother, I know the way, I can go there by myself, thank you."

Xia Qimiao turned around despite Shasha's gaze that wanted to eat her alive. As she was leaving, she heard Mr. Deng ask if he had found anything. He could no longer hear her as he walked far away.

She saw a figure leaning against the wall at the corner. His colorful hair was very conspicuous. He was smiling, as if he was happy to see a good show.

"I originally thought you were lying to me when you said you liked her. Only after seeing your attitude towards the secretary did I know it was true."

Xia Qimiao: I never said that I like Lin Jiangdan.

"Who does that woman think she is? She is so arrogant. Does she really think she is the old man's real wife? Then again, why does the old man come back so early? The sun has not yet set."

Although his stepson calls him this, in good conscience, Mr. Deng looks to be in his thirties at most, which is far from "old".

But thanks to him, Xia Qimiao understood his family relationship - his father married Lin Jiangdan but cheated on his secretary, and his son liked this stepmother but refused to admit it.

So, what role does one other person play?
  "Did you move the painting over?"

"I came to you just to tell you this. When I moved the painting, it disappeared."

Xia Qimiao listened to his calm tone, as if he was talking about something as ordinary as a bird flying away, so she tried: "Aren't you shocked?"

"How about I be shocked when someone tells me that I can see her again, as long as I can see her..."

He paused, not knowing what he would do if he saw her.

Xia Qimiao also stopped because she was in the studio.

She closed the studio before leaving, but at this time the door was ajar, casting a slender shadow in the setting sun.

The sound of cloth scraping against the floor could be heard in the room.

The stepson opened the door first and entered, followed by a strong smell of blood.

Xia Qimiao turned on the flashlight again, and it flashed at a low frequency. She prepared herself mentally before entering, and saw a disheveled female humanoid figure half-kneeling and groping for something on the ground.

As it moved, a large amount of blood stains were dragged out on the ground.

Suddenly, a drop of liquid fell into the red pool and splashed.

Xia Qimiao raised the flashlight and looked at the source, and met a pair of red eyes, staring straight down.

The light of the flashlight swept across the entire ceiling and found that it was occupied by a huge canvas. The human figures on it no longer had smiling faces, but ferocious, twisted faces.

The blood and tears flowing out of its eyes fell on its head, but it didn't even notice.

(End of this chapter)